Bryant Ledge
Driving north along I-93, right around Exit 30, something magical happens. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve driven it, when Franconia Notch comes into view, it’ll take your breath away. Every. Single. Time. You only see it in flashes from the highway but for brief moments you’ll see it in its entirety. Not just the Franconia Ridgeline but the Cannon Mountain cliffs, the Kinsmans, Eagle Cliff, even Indian Head, albeit a little distorted from this angle. That rugged landscape has a menacing beauty about it. It has the power to make man feel inferior.
There’s one problem though. That quick glance you get from the interstate, that’s the only place to take in this stunning vista. So, short of stopping in the middle of the highway, you don’t really get the chance to appreciate it. One second it’s there, the next it’s gone. I’ve spent years trying to recreate that view from any ledge, logging cut or bend in the river I could find. They all came up short. Until I stumbled upon a roadside crag known as Bryant Ledge.
There’s one problem though. That quick glance you get from the interstate, that’s the only place to take in this stunning vista. So, short of stopping in the middle of the highway, you don’t really get the chance to appreciate it. One second it’s there, the next it’s gone. I’ve spent years trying to recreate that view from any ledge, logging cut or bend in the river I could find. They all came up short. Until I stumbled upon a roadside crag known as Bryant Ledge.